After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

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Chapter 1: The Saint on the City Wall (3000 words)

The wind blew across Murphy's cheek, and it was more chilly than comfortable.

The location is on the great city wall of Crossmaria.

If you lie down here and look up, the sky will become quite vast.

This was the first time Murphy had seen such a sky.

When he was a child, whenever he looked up at the sky, he would curl up in a narrow alley, bending his body so that he could barely reach the sky through the gaps in the eaves and the steeples of the church.

As he grew older, he could no longer see the sky.

Therefore, this is probably the first time I can look directly at such a vast sky.

For some reason, Murphy gently bent the fingers of her right hand.

Then, a slight numbness spread from his fingertips to his shoulders.

But that's about it.

I no longer feel pain.

Murphy's body has roughly returned to its original state.

On the contrary, because his body had received sufficient rest, he even felt an unprecedented sense of comfort.

So, if we have to say what problem he has now, it is only the voice in his head that has never stopped since that day.

—Step ahead of me, hero. That is the victor's duty.

Murphy's brows couldn't help but furrow, as if something heavy had stepped on his abdomen.

He lay on the city wall and sighed deeply.

Boring, such boring words.

But why... am I confused by these words?

Murphy has self-knowledge and he knows very well what he can do.

It is completely different from those who are still in their childhood or have no idea of ​​their own limitations.

So Murphy knew very well that a word like "hero", which sounded like a vision, could never be used to describe herself.

hero.

The moment this word appeared in Murphy's mind, a creepy feeling brushed across his skin.

hero.

Strong.

The man who holds the reins of history, the untouchable, the brilliant.

Sure enough, it still doesn't work.

Once again, Murphy exhaled the air on his body.

Whether in the past or now, that figure has always been burning in his heart.

Even if he wanted to divert his attention, it was in vain.

Because his eyes themselves were branded with that mark.

Murphy felt as if her thoughts were lost, running around in her body from beginning to end.

Even if the body is lying down, it refuses to rest.

In other words, although the body has had enough rest, the mind cannot calm down.

"—What a refined taste. Letting others do the work while you yourself laze about. Very nice, it suits you very well."

Suddenly, a voice came on the wind and hit Murphy's earlobe, leaving a deep impression on her ear.

Regardless of the sound quality, it is indeed a word that can be used to show venom.

If possible, Murphy really didn't want to leave that deep impression.

He propped up his body lying on the floor and turned his gaze towards the source of the sound.

And where his sight reached was the Saint Lady who was standing like a brave general, staring at him with her eyes wide open.

What a majestic figure.

"Not entirely. It's the opposite. Only when you're alone can your body and mind be restrained. The Saint must have had this experience too."

Murphy snorted softly, as if to shut her up, and said this.

Then the next moment, he saw that Saint Matthias face was obviously distorted.

She is still the woman who will show her emotions because reality is highly contrary to her calculations.

Of course, it was easier for Murphy to communicate this way, and he wouldn't get bored even if he kept watching.

Murphy gently raised her hands to indicate that she was just joking.

Looking at the Saint Lady whose facial expression was a little broken, he smiled softly in his heart.

However, come to think of it, it seems like it has been a long time since I heard the greeting from the Saint.

It had been some time since Murphy had returned to Crossmaria, and in all that time he and she had barely spoken.

Although the Saint, the de facto leader of the Church of Heraldry, was indeed very busy every day, the days when we did not see each other lasted for a long time.

As for the reason, Murphy could only guess that it was because the Saint was deliberately avoiding him.

But it’s not hard to understand either.

After all, it is rare to see weird people who want to get close to someone they hate.

So, it was quite a strange thing for Murphy that she would say hello today.

I don’t know if it’s because something happened.

But if that's the case, all we need to do is ask a messenger to come.

Sure enough, I still don’t understand.

"...So, Lady Saint, why did you come all the way here to see me? Is there something going on?"

After Murphy became confused and asked the question.

Madia straightened her shoulders slightly and spoke.

"Yeah...yes. Someone's been looking for you everywhere."

As if searching for words, Mattia muttered word by word.

At first, Murphy hesitated whether to ask.

Who is in yourself.

But there is no need to ask now.

No, it should be said that he knew very well who the shadow staring at him was.

Then, Murphy's eyes and mouth tightened and stopped moving.

Yes, he knew it very well.

Their true identities are the silver-haired goddess of war and the black-haired magician.

Yes, it must be Filia and Vlado Volgograd.

For some reason, Murphy felt as if there was an illusion of a heavy rock in his heart.

It's not that I hate them or avoid them.

On the contrary, their pursuit makes him feel some inexplicable emotions and even gives him a strange sense of excitement.

At the same time, there was a sense of disharmony rising from the esophagus.

It's hard to describe all this as a pleasant feeling.

But actually, it’s not that bad.

But it is, at this moment, only today.

No matter what, Murphy didn't want to see Filia and Frodo.

"How about going there? As long as you go down, you can help others. Although it's good to be in a good mood, please don't do such a hateful thing in the daytime."

Mattia pursed her lips and spoke coldly.

What the hell, is that all this guy has to say?

So, did he come to this hidden corner on the city wall just to make things difficult for me?

Murphy's gaze on Madea deepened slightly, but in the end he just sighed.

It seems that this guy has channeled all his enthusiasm into something unpleasant.

"It's great to be able to help others. But if it restricts your life, it won't be fun."

In an instant, Mattia's big eyes twitched suddenly and her brows jumped.

How can I better describe that expression?

It's like he's in a daze, looking a little silly.

It is hard to imagine such a somewhat foolish gesture in those eyes that are always calculating and shining with intelligence.

But now, this expression has always been on the face of the Saint.

Murphy couldn't help but open her eyes wide and try hard to suppress the twitching corners of her mouth.

Although he had already prepared himself mentally, he didn't want to make her angry.

But he really had never even thought about this strange expression.

“…Is that so? Is that so?”

For a moment, Murphy didn't understand what this question was actually asking.

However, after a few seconds, a breeze blew through the space.

Murphy understood this question and finally moved her lips.

"Yes, of course. Helping others is something you can do in your spare time. After all, no matter who you are, you should do your best to help yourself."

Hearing this answer, Mattia looked surprised by Murphy's words.

As if chewing on his words, Mattia glared at him softly.

But her expression and questioning also surprised Murphy.

There is no doubt that Saint Matthias is definitely not an ordinary person.

Her leadership charisma can be easily seen from past history.

And through this direct conversation, we can also easily understand that Mattia is indeed a saint or a hero.

That kind of calculation and careful calculation, as well as the judgment that allows for calm thinking.

He won't be bothered by trivial things like me, but will use calculation to discard everything.

This feature, like cutting the Gordian knot, is indeed very attractive.

Most civilians tend to have no opinions and just lazily spend their days.

Breathing the air, not knowing what the meaning of life is, just wandering around for today's life.

Ah, but I really miss it.

The kind of life where you have no opinions, just live every day simply, like a walking corpse.

It is precisely because of this knowledge that Murphy can better understand the charm of the saint Matthias.

However, what surprised him was that the saint was now troubled by a trivial matter.

Is helping others a good thing or a bad thing?

It's not surprising that she had already abandoned questions like this.